den of corruption

It was good to know she wasn't the only one with a flair for theatrics. She could see it now, the small band with the raging sea at their back, tempestuous squall whipping the waves to white caps and her sister charging in to save the day. She allowed herself a chuckle as she got swept up in the one days. As to when she was heading out, well she wasn't in a rush. If there were still raids to be had and brats to be wrangled, well, she wanted to stick around for it. “If we get our shit tergether before winter is over, we'll head south, Spring at th' latest. Dread is comin' with me o'course, Scald too. I think he's a bit pissed dad offered 'im up as a trade when I'd already won an' it'll be good fer both o' us ter see what we can make o' ourselves without dad around ter back us.” She wasn't sure her sister knew quite what had gone on over at the battlefield, but Deluge still had the fresh pink scar on her leg to show for it.

“Speech”